[For just a moment, he's feels a vague kind of surprise in the wake of that suggestion, and there's that curious canine tilt of his head, a small act of incomprehension. he can't think why Scott would want to bring the body back with them-- move it, yes, find a place to call its final rest maybe, but why bring back an empty husk that no longer contains anything but the slow process of degradation?
He doesn't say that, though. Knows that the done thing for many is to bury or burn their dead, even if it's something he's only read about in books surreptitiously purloined from Mother's library now and again, or snatched overheard conversations when he'd been stalking the denizens of the Underground-- it's not as though he'd ever had such an experience for himself. What She did with all the corpses, his siblings, Lily's body...in truth, he simply doesn't know. Doesn't want to know. Doubts it was anything good.
And so after a moment he nods, rises back to his feet and - with only a fractional delay, a subtle kind of hesitation - extends one pale hand toward his kneeling colleague.]
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He doesn't say that, though. Knows that the done thing for many is to bury or burn their dead, even if it's something he's only read about in books surreptitiously purloined from Mother's library now and again, or snatched overheard conversations when he'd been stalking the denizens of the Underground-- it's not as though he'd ever had such an experience for himself. What She did with all the corpses, his siblings, Lily's body...in truth, he simply doesn't know. Doesn't want to know. Doubts it was anything good.
And so after a moment he nods, rises back to his feet and - with only a fractional delay, a subtle kind of hesitation - extends one pale hand toward his kneeling colleague.]
All right. Let's do that.